Remembering the Fallen:
Total Drama Holocaust
A Remembrance of the Holocaust Survivors
A/N: This story is mature for sexual themes, violence, and drugs. Do not read this story of you hate the Jewish religion (I am part of it), World War 2, the Nazi's (them losing the war) or if you are a white supremacist.
Duncan's Pov
I wonder if they realized I left yet. Knowing how smart they are, probably not. I can walk okay but my arm is slowing me down a bit... oh well. Yes, I do not believe Courtney is dead, and yes, it's stupid, but I'm still going to look for her. I've been gone for about 3 hours, going to where the U.S base camp used to be. I came to a clearing, burned to ashes were still, some bodies, equipment, and a U.S flag. They destroyed any trace of hope and life from this place of security and hope. I decide to look in the forest behind it. So about 20 minute's later I find my self walking in a nice meadow. Something is wrong though. It's quiet... to quiet. I was right. The next thing I know I'm being forced to the ground, and being yelled at in German.
"Why hello Duncan." a familiar voice said. He was a corporal who I had met once during a mission briefing. "Nice to see you."
There was another person loading a gun.
"After the humiliation you put on are unit, we have no choice to kill you, and all the other's who were in your traitor plot. We will pretend like you idiots never existed and that you are gone. But don't worry, Courtney will join you soon." he said throwing me against a tree.
"She's alive?" I ask.
"At the moment. We came here for her actually, but, lucky enough for me I found you. I'm so getting promoted!" he said excited. It made me sick.
"What did she do?" I asked.
"She escaped from the camp AND murdered Heather." he said. "Now get ready to say goodbye. Any last words?"
I can't believe, Courtney, could ever hurt or kill anybody. What has she become?
"Yeah I do." I say with no regrets. "You can take our lives, our city's, our religion, our country but you will never take are PRIDE! FUCK YOU!"
There were shots fired, but I didn't feel anything. I turn around and say the massacre. The first guy had the bullet go through his head, making a entry and exit hole, and then en lodged in the other guy's skull. A 2 in 1 kill. Who did this?
"Hello?" I yelled.
Out of the jungle came a girl wearing a destroyed concentration camp dress, green socks, no shoes, tan as hell, mocha haired, war torn girl I had once known as Courtney. In one hand she was holding an apple, and in the other a BAR (its a gun).
"Hey Duncan!" she said smiling.
TO BE CONTINUED
Note: This is not a real story, but based on real events of the Holocaust. All of the characters who are named belong to Teletoon and Cartoonnetwork. This is not intended to be racist but to be dramatic, romantic, and informative. Also, this will have more mature themes.